The Irish standard., 1887-02-12

hugh! hugh! Eyeh! the voice is gone
wit me now, Jerry, an yet l used to
sing wanst Of time--only this cough,
and my back, o.
AS was sitting in my room,
All in the merry merry month o. June
Iheerd & thrush sing in bush,
An the song she sung was the jug O. Poonch
Fal law rawl!
Tol di rum day
Tol fol I'll ridum: DUN ti]eum tayp
Hugh! hugh! Tn afeerd O. waken the
dacint lad here near me. How nate I
could slip the windpipe now just where
he lies, so quite an easy. Aih, Jerry!
look! jest as they does the sheep. I'd
give you lave 10 hang me to that rafter,
ay he ever gave as mooch as q groan
after it. Have you the poonch ready
yit? Give it here! Hould my arm| 0
this shake! Isn't it droll I usn't uvnr
to have this cough and shake whin was
IN the Small County, and wit the lads
formerly?"
"How long is that ago now, Rody?"
asked Jerry.
s'Why thin, as good as thirty years,
or from that to forty, and better, may
be, the other answered musingly.
ssAn inch in mans nose is a great
dale for all, Rodyr' Jerry returned drily;
shut still, it is 8 droll thing that a
man should have more ailments an
things al sixty-elght than he had forty
years before
''Noan O. your funnen. you young
colleen you!-~We can't expect to live
always, and though I amt seventy yet,
I know must die SOON time or another.
'1,isn't age that always kills people.
Jerry-and man has no more a lase OF
his life at seventy than he has at q
hoondred 49, 'Ye jovial 49, Gil me the
poonch, hugh! hugh!
'Ye jovial fellows that pass by,
~
Step in an thry, an n,1vur finch
70 dip your nose in the jug O poonch!
Fal law raw Ii!
Tol di rum dayi
Tol fal ii ridum DUN tileum tay!'
emo, Jerry" he continued, after ele-
waiting the fiery liquid to his lips and
swallowing prodigious draught; II
know I'm to haye my day as we'll as an
other, and L name to prepare FOR it TOO,
and that's more than you thought, l
b'lieve.
W hen am dead, an in my grave,
No costly monumint Will 1 haive
But let nay grave be short and sweet,
With Jug O. Poonch at my head and feet!
FaI law raw Ii!
Tol di rum day!
Tol fal ii ridum! Dunn f1leum ray.'
I'll wait, Jerry, till I'm Just seventy;
an thin I'LL turn over a new lafe, and be
cult o. those doens. I'll go to my Ais
ter duty, an I'll give three tinpennies
to the priest, an o tinponny TO the clark,
and pair o. mould candles for the al
tber, and IlI have my bottle O holy
water, and my bades, and I'll make my
rounds at Tubbermuirra Well at Candle
mas, and I'll get my ashes ov an Ash
Wensday, an my bit o CALM ov a palm
ov Palm Sunday, an my little coal ov
all Aister Saturday. an my block at
Christmas. an I'LL do like the Chris
thens for the rest O. my days; seeing
would I do soomthen for tie poor sowl
agjn she goes, be the dint o. pinnince:
that's what I'll do, an Ill rise out o
ye, aad ye'r coinen an murderer, all
out. that's what I will.
s'E,' then, Rody, since that's what
you're after, what should all you that
YOU wouldn't take short stick in your
hand, and be off at once, slap! like
cock-shot agin barn door,"
"Poh! didn't I say whin [ was sew
entity all out? 'Tisn't far from rne now,
and ---''
The interlocutors We're cut short in
their conference by tapping at the
little door. The word passed, and was
answered by female voice.
'f 'Tis the missiz herself'' said jerry
in amaze, as he opened the door.
The woman rushed into the room
nearly in the same state Of agitation as
that in which she left the inn. Her
hair, now perfectly dishevelled and
dabbled in rain, hung lose upon her
shoulders-her brow was torn by the
briars. and stained with blood-her